Chapter 175 The Blond Beast (1)

Many years later, in those last few years when he could still be a pure warrior and a reckless man, the first captain of the Luna Wolves would still remember that interrupted duel.

No, it couldn't be called a duel, it was just the simplest competition, but this did not prevent Abaddon from remembering the giant of the Second Legion from the bottom of his heart: after all, such a burly opponent would indeed

Everyone was impressed.

The rapid battle is like a full meal in a hungry stomach. You won't even remember what happened in the beginning. When Abaddon can recall all that, he will always start from a burst of severe pain. That was

His breastplate was accurately damaged by the heaviest blow, causing him to take several steps back along with his thick armor.

Hecht, that guy.

He is a monster, a monster born with the purest power. He doesn't even need to wield his war blade: he only needs to clench his fist, grit his teeth, and swing hard to crush anyone caught off guard.

Helmet and skull, kill an Astartes.

Abaddon even doubted whether this guy, whose height and size were comparable to that of a smaller Primarch, was the descendant of the Lord of the Second Legion: If possible, he would rather believe that Hector came from Salamanders

Legion, or a wandering Luna Wolf.

after all……

He does not deny the powerful power of Lord Morgan, but he does not think that the relatively slender Primarch will be the mother of genes for a big man like Hector, or for those bloodthirsty [madmen] like sharks:

This really exceeded his wildest imagination.

Just thinking about the group of guys crazier than war dogs gathered under her throne, submissive, was enough for Abaddon to feel a real chill.

However, the real time did not give him enough time to continue thinking: after repelling the most powerful Luna Wolf first, Hector's offensive did not delay at all. Morgan's proudest chess piece was already fighting against all kinds of enemies.

In the bloody battle that lasted for more than ten years, the Ran Dan elites learned their strengths and weaknesses.

He knows what he should do, he knows what he needs to avoid, he faithfully implements these knowledge, and rarely tries to overcome his shortcomings in battle: and because of this, he survives.

His body is the most terrifying weapon at his disposal: his tall stature, his unparalleled strength, his strong bones and stable body center of gravity, these are enough to give him the upper hand at the beginning of the battle, using brutal force

And brutally hit hard, launching a continuous offensive that makes any opponent breathless, and using the cumbersome method to defeat the most cunning opponent.

Correspondingly, once his offensive is successfully blocked, delayed and seen through, his disadvantage in combat experience will be specially targeted and attacked: even though he has experienced the entire second Randan War,

Compared to the Terran veterans and battle-hardened elites who are everywhere in many legions now, Hector knows very well that he is still a young person.

His fight cannot be delayed.

The son of Morgan's pace and attack were like a heavy hammer caught in a thunderstorm. He used the most brutal method to twist his strength and speed into an indestructible whip, biting Abaddon's retreating steps.

Hitting the Luna Wolf's battle-hardened Terminator armor again and again, Abaddon only felt as if he was facing a breathing mountain.

It was an unstoppable offensive: if Abaddon were an ordinary Astartes warrior, he was not.

But he is not, he is the proudest reckless heir of Horus, a veteran of the expedition who has fought for nearly eighty years, an immovable master of confrontation who has been strengthened and amplified with a specially made Terminator armor.

He retreated continuously under Hector's barbaric series of attacks. He gritted his teeth and waved the battle ax and power claws in his hands, fighting Morgan's proudest chess piece again and again with all his strength.

The ground collided and fought: when he thought there would be an opportunity, his battle ax and Hector's sword would think fiercely of each other.

On the contrary, when he felt that Hector's offensive was too heavy, he would raise his power claw as a cover, relying on his thick armor and steady pace to block Hector's most ferocious attack, and wait.

The possibility of the next counterattack.

The silver and black figures seemed to be biting and colliding in the open field. This was originally a vast cage that could accommodate ten duels at the same time, but when the two most terrifying beasts started their own battle, unknowingly,

In the blink of an eye, all the competitions were over, and all the Luna Wolves were fully concentrating on enjoying the competition, cheering equally for every wonderful attack between the two sides.

The silver and black whirlwinds were observing each other and destroying each other in an uninterrupted fight. Hector's advance and Abaddon's retreat continued for most of the arena, until the Luna Wolf's pace became more and more steady.

Until Hector's brows became more and more frowned, until the thick Terminator armor was covered with large and small traces and white marks from the stabbing of the green poisonous blade again and again.

Until Abaddon's pace retreated again and stood firmly.

This time, he didn't retreat.

Some time after the fight started, and after countless silent confrontations started and ended, the proudest son of Horus took the initiative to raise his battle ax for the first time, launched a swift offensive, and responded

His was just Hector's silent blow.

Whether he is the beloved son of Horus or the pride of Morgan, they are not people who like to talk at length in battle: at least not yet, not to mention, they are far from familiar with each other.

The battle continued in the silence of Fang and Moon Wolf, and in the continuous cheers and discussions of the onlookers. The most experienced Sons of Horus easily told the prophecy that the battle was about to end: Hector

The offensive was blocked, and he even began to face the counterattack launched by Abaddon, which also meant that he had no chance.

The son of Morgan's silent swings began to be predicted, his rhythm was interrupted, the sword was severely jammed, and white marks symbolizing hits began to appear frequently on the armor, although he still launched a fierce counterattack: just

Just one swing from his clenched fist was enough to make Abaddon grit his teeth, secretly cursing and praising his monster strength.

But this does not stop the general trend: when Horus's instructions are conveyed to the ears of every Luna Wolf along with the trumpet of war, everyone can see that Abaddon's victory is only a matter of time.

But even so, those Luna Wolves who witnessed this battle were still willing to pat Hector on the arm when they passed by him, praise his talent, and show him a smile that represented recognition and affirmation.

smile.

Especially Abaddon, who solemnly introduced his name to Morgan's heirs, and felt sincere regret for the abrupt end of the fight: Hector was not the most powerful warrior he had ever seen.

In that group, Abaddon knew at least twenty Angels of Death who were as different as Hector now, but this did not prevent the battle with Hector from becoming his happiest memory.

This kind of fight, where fists are punched to the core, with almost no need to consider strategies, and the purest strength and instinct are used to decide the outcome, is simply a scene that only appears in Abaddon's dreams.

It's a pity that such a battle will never happen again for a long time: he and Hector are not in the same battle order, and they are not even members of the same legion.

I don’t know when we will be able to fight side by side next time.

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That's what Abaddon thought before he was assigned to Morgan's team.

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However, he never thought that he would one day serve as a diplomatic envoy.

He had always thought this was Sejanus' job.

The most reckless child of Horus knocked down a dying Randan soldier with one claw, spat contemptuously, and looked at the corridor he had just captured single-handedly.

It is almost impossible to describe the distortion and ugliness of the alien battleship in human language. Abaddon's eyes swayed on the shaky chains and shackles for a short while, looking for the ones who were fighting.

direction, stepping towards another unknown battlefield.

About one Terran standard time has passed since Horus and Morgan made the easy bet on the Vengeful Spirit, and the massacre against the Randan fleet has also reached it.

The end of.

This was a simple battle, so boring that there was almost nothing worth recalling and telling: Although Horus did not bring his entire legion, there were still at least 60,000 soldiers from Holy Terra and Cthonia.

The warriors followed the Wolf Shepherd God and came to this galaxy. Faced with such a disparity in power, tens of thousands of Ran Dan's warriors could not create even the slightest disturbance.

After losing less than a hundred Sons of Horus, the battle ended. The vast majority of Randan soldiers died in long-range artillery fire that was a hundred times that of their fleet. The [Spirit of Vengeance] belonging to Horus alone

No.] got the most kills in this hunt, until the few remaining ships of Ran Dan were forced to crowd together to meet the jumping gangs of the Human Empire.

The Wolf God is eager to engage in a closer hunting competition with his blood relatives, and also hopes to capture several alien warships. Six descendants of Morgan and one hundred and fourteen Lunar Wolves are following them.

The Primarch came to the hunting ground riddled with holes.

In the next hour, Horus led his children and set off a bloody storm amidst waves of aliens dozens of times larger than himself. His iron boots and sharp claws were soon desecrated with blood.

Every time he hunted a hundred opponents with his own hands, he would quietly count his numbers in the communication channel between the two original bodies.

The victory was easy. Without the Lord of the Second Legion using her psychic powers, Horus always had at least a hundred more kills than his blood relatives. Although the Spider Queen's voice was always calm,

The Shepherd God still heard the smiles, frustrations and thoughts brought about by some failures.

He smiled. Across the distance between the battleship and the void, the genetic father of the Luna Wolves imagined the smart eyes of his blood relative.

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Morgan's pupils were filled with deathly silence.

She casually called on her power in the sea of ​​souls, explored the gathering Ran Dan forces, and then moved over, finishing her hunt in a casual manner.

The most elite of the xenos warriors are determined to fight to the death, and their armor allows them to withstand the cross-energy and roaring chainsaws of the Astartes warriors for a long time: until the arrival of the Primarch.

The frail leader of the second legion waved her arms casually. Her attention had long been transferred to thousands of miles away. Her not heavy fingers rolled up streams of quiet breeze, blowing tons of people one after another.

The heavy alien elite shot flew out, smashing out the extremely hard wall and turning it into a pool of blood and mud.

At this time, Morgan was already in a state that was almost out of body. She didn't care about Horus's words, but answered with an instinctive tone of disappointment that was enough to cope with the little pride of the Wolf Shepherd God.

Following the words of Horus on another battleship.

The Spider Queen's will has been completely attracted by the world in front of her: it is an ordinary and desolate world, with various large and small fortresses scattered on it, and desperate alien defenders.

Judging from the appearance alone, no one can imagine why this world is so attractive to Ran Dan's emperor: before the Battle of Taks began, the main force of the entire Ran Dan fleet stayed in the orbit of this world.

At least three Terran Standard Days, this even affected many of the alien army's military operations against the Tuckers system.

Morgan was originally puzzled by this strange question, until she transferred her consciousness to that world, until she saw those ordinary fortresses, the underground kingdom that spread over half of the world, until she realized

, that cannot be the work of Ran Dan's army, because it was undoubtedly excavated and developed bit by bit by a powerful force over a long period of time.

And Morgan soon found out who these underground countries once belonged to.

There she is.
To be continued...